My father is one of my absolute most favorite people on the planet. I’m extremely similar to him in personality, which may be why we get along so well. I got my dry, sarcastic humor from him, as well my ability to criticize everything without anyone realizing it (example: me: “you’re an awful person.” other person: “you’re so funny!”). I’ve also been told by many people that I look a lot like my dad, to which he always apologizes to me.
I believe that I get a lot of my drive, or sometimes lack thereof, from him. We both enjoy getting involved in communities, public speaking, writing, reading, and making a difference. Also, we both hate team building activities. ‘Nough said.
My dad’s name is Tim, which is usually what I call him. Tim’s blog is what inspired me to start mine. (On a side note, he’s also the reason I have a twitter.) The reason I’m writing this post isn’t to tell a cool story or say how much I’m like my dad, it’s to say this:
I know a lot of people around my age who hate their parents. I know so many people who don’t ever talk to their mothers and who won’t even wish their fathers a happy birthday (TIm would be thrilled if I didn’t wish him a happy birthday actually…). And I know a lot of parents who don’t respect their children or think of them as anything more than just that. And that’s so upsetting. But I think in this sense, I was dealt a great hand. My parents have always respected my opinion and brought me up as their equal, not as their subordinate. I never rebelled against them when I was younger because what was there to rebel against? Nothing. I have an amazing relationship with both my parents, but almost more shockingly since I’m a young woman, I have a fantastic relationship with my father. And I can’t take all the credit for that.
So I want to leave you all with this: I may not be a parent yet (although my college friends call me ‘mom’), but I know I will be one day and when I am, I want to work with my kids, not against them. I want my children to grow up telling funny stories about me and calling me almost every single day. I want to raise kids that will be my best friends.
I am beyond lucky to have been raised by Tim and Kathy, two of the best humans I know. I’m lucky to have a mom who pushes me to be my best and a dad who jokes with me about my problems. At the end of the day, I know that I will always have a dad to brag about me and a mom to keep me from getting a big head. What an awesome team.
So with that, this post goes out to both of my parents, but especially my dad. Thank you, Tim, for being one of my best friends since I was old enough to talk to you. Thanks for modeling for me what it looks like to be a good parent and for setting the bar unreasonably high for all of the men I decide to date. None of them will ever live up to you. And thank you for writing me letters once a week. You’re pretty fucking rad, daddy-o. I love you lots.
If you’re a father and you’re reading this, go hug your kids and let them know that, although they probably are a pain sometimes, you still love them anyway. Trust me, it will make a world of difference.
*If you would like to follow the man, the mystery, the legend, Tim Eigo himself on twitter, click here.